Finding Weaknesses

The Escape

*Gen's POV*

Everything is dark when I wake up. My head is fuzzy and I'm having trouble concentrating. What happened? Ok, lets start from the beginning. We were walking to school. Hayley fell over? I don't know what happened there. Uhh, Malcom appeared from behind somewhere and tied me up and knocked me out? Well, that would explain why my head hurts. Am I still tied up? It seems not.

I pull the blindfold off my eyes and am greeted to the most horrific scene I might have ever seen. 

I am trapped. There are bars on the windows, a very obvious lock on the door, and there's even a lock on the little bathroom door. At least there's a bathroom.

I presume I'm in Malcoms house, wherever it may be. I wouldn't know, because unlike some people I don't find out how they live and stalk them there. But now I'm sort of wishing I did know.

"Right," I mutter to myself, "First things first."

I cross the tiny room to the window and examine both the bars themself and the lock that keeps them shut. So if I could get the key, I'd probably be able to escape quite easily. I'm on the second floor, so, although it's a little risky, I should be able to manage the jump.

The window isn't an option at the moment, because of the lock, and I'm not stupid enough to try to break it when Malcom might be in the house. I check the bathroom lock. It's open. I blink stupidly for a moment before realising it was like that so I could use the stupid place when I woke up. Inside: a shower, a toilet and a sink. Lovely. I give it 5-stars.

There is, however, a window. It's utterly tiny, but I might, might be able to squeeze through. And as far as I can see, it doesn't have a lock on it. My heart starts pounding unbelievably fast and hard. Trembling fingers reach up to the latch. I'm about a centimetre away when I hear footsteps, and the slight groan of the floor that accompanies them.

I almost fall over as I dash back to the bed. Then I realise I had a blindfold on before. Shitshitshitshit. There's the clinky sound of a key being inserted into the lock. Too late. Can't save myself now. So instead I pick up the blindfold and try to appear like I'm curiously examining it, like if you woke up one morning and there was a puppy almost on your face. 

The handle turns very, very slowly, like whoever (Malcom I'm guessing) is turning it is trying hard to be super duper quiet. Ha ha ha. Not working. It opens a crack, and both out of instinct and wanting to play on with my confusion act, I look up. Yup, It's Malcom.

He opens the door up fully and grins at me. "Hey Gen. Have a good nap?" I want to friggin punch that stupid smirk off his face.

I snarl at him, "Ok, fine, you got me now, what's going to happen next you bastard?"

Bahahahaha. He just blinks. Did he really think I'd be nice to him after he kidnapped me? "Uhhhh, well Gen, for the meantime, nothing really....."

I gape at him, actually shocked. "Nothing? Nothing?! Do you think I have nothing better to do than sit around whilst you're trying to get me to go out with you? I have a life, Malcom."

He looks at the floor and shuffles his feet a little. "Yeah, I know, uhh, but still, I, I'll come back later." He slips back out and locks the door.

I swear, really loudly so he'll definitely hear me. I listen to his footsteps creaking away again, then hear the front door (I suppose) open then slam.

The light outside my windows is afternoonish light, so I reckon I've played along with Malcoms stupid little game for long enough. Even though he's not in the house(at this point I hear a car start up, then roar away) , I automatically creep back to the bathroom. Working quickly this time, I flip the latch up and shove the tiny panel open. Cold, fresh air hits my face, and I close my eyes, breathing deeply. I hadn't noticed it, but the room was really stuffy and a little smelly. I enjoy this for a few moments before snapping back to reality and hoisting myself up onto the sink. 

Now, looking down at the drop, it seems a lot further than before. Plus, I'd probably end up going head first, because that' how I'll have to climb out the window. I jump back off the sink and re-enter the main part of the room, looking for something to use. Something catches my eye. I get down on my hands and knees and, to my delight, there's at least a couple of metres of good rope in a tangled heap underneath the bed. I suppose Malcom just untied me and couldn't be bothered to put the rope somewhere else. Or forgot about it. Boys....

I fold about an arms length of rope off one end and loop that bit around the throaty bit of the sink. I put about five weird knots that I memorised from a book (hardy har I knew it would be useful one day) and then had a strong base line to support me if I fell. Taking a deep breath, I clamber back up to my position, and, holding onto the rope with all my might, flung myself out of the window.

Please don't break please don't break please don-----

All of my breath leaves me and my head throbs as my whole body smashes into the wall. At least the rope didn't break. I glance down to assess the new distance. Luckily, I reckon I'll be able to make it. The worst possible injury would probably be a twisted ankle.

I'm about to let go when I hear someone calling.

"Gen! Wait!"

XD Who should this mysterious person be? I'll update again soon.......